Mazikeen
She stood behind the bar in Lux. The club was quiet. Only a few workers milled about. Cleaning and stocking. Getting ready for the evening patrons. She had the accounting books laid out in front of her. Someone had to keep the place running.
The elevator dinged and the doctor emerged. The blonde woman approached her slowly. The demon was annoyed. She hadn't been up their long. "That didn't take long." Maze sputtered as Linda sat at the bar.
"These things take time." The doctor offered. "What happened in New York?"
Maze took a breath. Her dark eyes turned to the doctor. "All I know is he went there to see his grandson."
Linda nodded. "And?"
"His daughter offered few details."
Linda sighed. "Well. We won't push him. He'll come to us if he needs us."
The demon glared at her. She didn't want to wait. She needed him to be Lucifer. The Prince of Darkness. Not this sad broken man. Lux was beginning to suffer in his absence. She couldn't do all of it by herself.
The doctor got up from the bar. "I'll be back tomorrow. Just one question. Who is Isaiah?"
Maze sighed. She looked the doctor in the eyes. That much she had been told. "His son."
A mild look of shock and disbelief spread over the doctor's face. She pursed her lips. And then turned to walk out of the club.
Maze watched her leave. Her frustration growing. She needed Lucifer back. There was a last resort. She hated that option. But it may be what was needed to help him.
Chloe
The sun beat down on the desert sand. Wind picked up the dust and blew it angrily into everyone's eyes. Detective Chloe Decker was sweating as she stared at the faceless body of a young man. Some hikers had found him out here. At first they thought the injuries may have been from falling from the hills. The damage to his face caused by a hungry animal. But the man was wearing expensive shoes. Not the kind one goes hiking in.
She watched as forensics combed the area by the body. The coroner making her initial findings. Chloe held a leather wallet in her hands. The driver's license read Brandon Long. He was only twenty-one years old. A student at UCLA. His face was nearly gone. She hoped this ID was him. The style and expense of the wallet matched how he was dressed.
Boots crunching on the desert soil made her look to the left. Her almost ex-husband Dan approached her. His eyes behind black sunglasses. He stopped beside her and made face at the body. "Anything"
Chloe held up the wallet. "Just this."
Dan sighed. He took the wallet from her hand. "Are you sure this is him?"
"No." Chloe said.
"I know this is your case. But you are going to need help."
She nodded. No one of the other detectives would work with her. Ever since Palmetto they avoided her like the plague. She had seen something different than what everyone else saw. That had caused a rift among her co-workers. Dan was the only one who would talk to her.
"I could use the help." Chloe said with a slight smile at her ex.
"What about your buddy, Lucifer?"
She shrugged. She hadn't heard from the club owner in weeks. Last she knew he had flown off to New York to visit his daughter and her new baby. She didn't even know if he was back yet. Usually he would have come to the precinct to bother her. Pressure her into letting him help on a case.
"I don't know." She said after a minute.
The forensics team finished their findings and began to pack up. The body was soon in a bag on a gurney headed back to the morgue.
Later at the precinct Chloe was heading towards her desk. She noticed someone was occupying her chair. A woman dressed in all black. A leather bodice barely covering her tan skin. Leather pants tighter than she thought possible. Her big leather boots were propped up on the desk.
Chloe scoffed as she approached. The other woman regarding her with dark eyes. "What are you doing here?"
Mazikeen rested her eyes on the slender blonde woman. "I need your help."
Chloe snorted. "My help?"
"Yes." Mazikeen's voice slithered out.
"I have work to do. Can I have my desk please?" Her voice was curt. Normally the bartender ignored her. Or offered snide comments in her presence. She seemed jealous of the detective's relationship with Lucifer. But it was just a partnership.
The other woman stood up from the desk. Chloe went to sit. She felt the other woman's eyes on her. "What do you need my help on?"
"It's not for me. It's for Lucifer." She folded her arms. Picked up a letter opener off of the detective's desk. She toyed with it in her hands. "He came home from New York. He won't leave his apartment. I need you to try and get him outside."
Chloe looked at the other woman. She watched her playing with the letter opener. It was making her a little nervous. She put her hand on the instrument. "Could you not play with that?"
Mazikeen set it down. Chloe noticed something more in those brown eyes. Not the usual disdain. More concern. More empathy. "What happen? He get rejected by someone."
Mazikeen threw up her hands. "Forget it." She started to walk out of the precinct. Stopping when she heard the detective run after her.
"Wait. I'll go over there. I'll see if he wants to help on this case." Chloe said. She was now concerned. It was not usual for Lucifer to be silent this long.
The demon nodded and something akin to a smile spread across her face. She turned and left the precinct.
Chloe went back to her desk. Pulling out her phone she dialed Lucifer's number. It rang and rang. No answer just voice mail. She tried again only to get voice mail. Grabbing her keys off the desk she headed out.
Author's Note: I have decided that this story will most be told by the ladies. Can they get Lucifer back to his old self? Sorry its starting off so depressing. The different POV method I sort of lifted from Rick Riordan. If you are familiar with The Heroes of Olympus and how he wrote those books.